My Weekend.

I just had a pretty boozy weekend, It all started on Friday night when I had a bit of party to celebrate my birthday. So I told everyone to rock up to my favourite restaurant in South Korea, which thank Kurt Cobain is not Korean at all but is in fact a Vietnamese place called PHO. It's just around the corner from my flat, has a great beer called Saigon, Jangles this is highly recommended should you ever stumble across it in your travels buy two. The food is not Korean, not even cooked by Koreans, the only shit thing is that they cant speak English but I'm over that and am now fucking good at charades.

I manage to go there once a week or so and get their Vietnamese sandwich which is a bloody big baguette filled to the brim with a kind of pork stir fry with fresh coriander on top. The only problem is that they don't keep much of the bread in stock so most of the time when I roll up I'm just given an ashtray and a class of wheat water while I wait for the dude to race off on his push bike down to to the bakery to get my bread. That fulla sees me coming and with his best smile always makes me by two of them, I'm not complaining about this at all because I'm in a country where rotten spicy cabbage is the nations staple and they are simply superb.

Shit, I've got 10 minutes to my next class and I want a smoke so I'll be back in a few hours.